WIP day 1
Thoughts about painting tugged me awake at 5:35 this morning; I knew I needed to get some words out here before I explode, markers along this labyrinth I'm walking. The thoughts aren't just targeted at this painting, a sawed off door I've propped on my easel, but extend out to my journal pages and all my smaller paintings as well.
WIP day 2
I'm interested to recognize that I've gone for months without writing here, most months actually, only occasionally stepped out when I've had an announcement to share.
But this...these questions-with-no-answers, they are burning in me now as I stand in my studio painting and still hours later when I'm lying in bed when I should be sleeping. I'm grappling to express the core of it here but swim circles around it.
Half of me wants unrefined, raw, abstract. The other half wants a hint of something representational to cling to. I tell myself it's "refining", but is the painting better for it?
There is a part of me that longs to linger in rough and unhewn
And another part of me that needs to wipe out much of what I see, yearning for that simple kernel of truth
(I know one can one get that in a painting, I've seen it and felt it)
So this is the path I travel these days, paint brush in hand, my head overflows with questions while my curious spirit propells me forward... my heart longs for answers but all I can do is paint.